Sunday, March 26, 2006


My parents and my little sister came up from California this week and brought us a whole box of oranges! YUM. They're smaller than the ones we usually get, but very delicious. We average about 4 a day. If there's a way to overdose on vitamin C, this is it. My big sister is up here too, sleeping on our couch for the next week. I love my sister, and her fiance is great, but I HATE hanging around engaged people! Just the other day, I was sitting in the computer lab trying to do homework, and this disgusting couple sat in front of me and started searching for dish patterns online, by which I mean they were rubbing each other's legs and making out and whispering in each others' ears. Ewwwww. I could scarcely type because I was struggling to hold back bile. Don't get me wrong: I whole-heartedly approve of affection between couples. Just not as a frame for my computer screen. It was gross. So now I have an engaged couple coming to my apartment every night, where they engage in a yucky goodbye smooch before my future brother-in-law heads back home. I'm so glad to be married, and not engaged.

Thursday, March 23, 2006


So, the other day I was in one of my more slow-moving philosophy classes, and was kind of joking with the girl next to me about Hume and Kant. She asked, "so why are you majoring in philosophy anyway?" Sad, sad question. I have no idea.
Okay, that's not really true. I know why: I couldn't think of anything I'd like to major in, I'd done well in all my philosophy classes so far, and I'd taken several of them, so I already had a bunch of credit. And that's about it. I really like ethics, especially Kant's ethics, but I absolutely hate and despise my medieval philosophy class. We're reading Augustine, Anselm, and Aquinas. It wouldn't be bad, I think, if the teacher was someone who actually teaches. But Professor X, who is teaching it, is SOOO boring! He reads out of the book what we were supposed to read for class, and then tells us the Latin words for random sections (and we care because?). And this class lasts for AN HOUR AND A HALF! BLLLAAAAAAAH! Oh well. I'm off to self-defense: much more fun, and enormously useful. ")

Sunday, March 19, 2006

This has got to be one of my favorite pictures of me and Napoleon. Our kids are going to be SOOO cute.

Baby Orchids

Recently, I've discovered the mania that is attached to orchids. Once I got one, I had to have another, and another, and another. I'll have to attach a few pictures of my new little seedlings--getting them here was a pain in the bum. There are some very dodgy companies out there. Sigh. But they're here, and looking like they might actually grow nicely, so I'm pleased. We are running out of room for houseplants now, though, and Napoleon is getting a little concerned about whether we're going to get a new one every month. I just broke the news to him yesterday that my Mom is bringing one that she's had for a while down to me: she has a notoriously black thumb for inside plants. Funnily enough, Mom's a terrific gardener. With her orchid, I'll be up to eight. Then there's the zebra plant, the corn plant, my lucky bamboo, two rosebushes, two peace lilies (which I split just the other day, and was so pleased with myself), a poinsettia (which has survived despite my best efforts, so I'm resigned to caring for it), an Asian pitcher plant, an aloe vera, a foliage plant (I call it "Gordy") and three compots, two of sundews and one of basil. So come Monday, I'll be up to 22 plants. Eeeeexcellent.

Friday, March 17, 2006

Blah blah blog

Alrighty then. How to begin this blog, knowing that it will be out there exposed for all to see? I'll start with dessert--that's always a good way to begin. I'm making candied acorn squash. I'm not sure if I'll be able to eat any, since Napoleon and I just pigged out on a bunch of mozzarella sticks and pasta. Okay, and we had a bunch of cookies dipped in milk, too. But it was all so yummy! And it's Friday, so that makes it all okay. I think that's one of the joys of being a student: on Friday, things suddenly don't matter as much, so you drop everything and go eat something fatty and delicious, and watch a movie. I think The Curse of the Wererabbit is tonight's showing. ")